After the week of my mothers passing, I returned to school.
Many people came to me and wondered why my presence hasn't been at school. I told "certain" people of why my presence wasn't at the learning institution.
I told them of my lost and a lot was very devastated.
My mother was loved by many. So a lot of students knew her.
This probably explains why almost the entire high school knew of my mothers passing.
Because of all the crying and pain I had nothing left in me but emptiness, as if I didn't have a soul.
My only weapon was to use a smile to hide my non-existing spirit.
But, that didn't last long...
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Black Crows
Non-FictionThis is a take about a teenage girl who loses her mother at the age of sixteen. She learns to cope with her emotions and the dreadful society.